{"id":2482,"date":"2025-10-27T14:42:54","date_gmt":"2025-10-27T14:42:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=2482"},"modified":"2025-10-27T14:42:54","modified_gmt":"2025-10-27T14:42:54","slug":"my-son-came-to-me-in-a-dream-after-he-died-mom-stop-looking-for-me-you-wont-find-the-me-that-was-i-am-alive-in-everyone-around-you-i-am-always-with-you-mom-o","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=2482","title":{"rendered":"\u2018My son came to me in a dream after he died. \u2018Mom, stop looking for me. You won\u2019t find the me that was. I am alive in everyone around you. I am always with you.\u2019: Mom of 4 loses firstborn son to suicide, gets touching winks from afterlife"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cAdrian was the first of four kids. Although the pregnancy wasn\u2019t planned, his father and I were thrilled when we found out we were expecting. It was an easy pregnancy, and I felt my best when I was pregnant. In the womb, Adrian was very active. He would kick so hard at times my sciatic nerve would go into spasm. Nine months could not go fast enough. We wanted to meet this bundle of joy.<\/p>\n

He was due on June 10th and we kind of had to force him out. Even the highest dose of medical inducing wouldn\u2019t get him out. He had a purpose. He was to enter this world on summer solstice. The day with the longest amount of sunshine. My mom called him \u2018soleil\u2019 (sunshine) because that\u2019s what he was. He was the bright sun in our lives. And so began his larger-than-life journey.<\/p>\n

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He was very active as a child. His brother Caleb was born 17 months after him and he thought Caleb was the cutest little doll he had ever seen, until he realized he was here to stay\u2026 But soon they became the best of friends and complimented one another very well. Caleb was shy and reserved, whereas Adrian was outgoing and social. Adrian often spoke for Caleb, and knew what Caleb was feeling and thinking even before Caleb did.<\/p>\n

He took in everything with such passion and had a genuine appreciation for everyone and everything. If you met Adrian, you liked him and you remembered him. He made you feel important. He was authentic. He was funny. He spread love. He WAS love. I nicknamed him the love bug from a young age because that is what he was. The human embodiment of a rare and divine love.<\/p>\n

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He was brilliant. I enrolled him in a summer music camp for a week and he chose violin as his instrument. His teacher was in awe; she had never seen a child learn 3 songs in one day. So began his journey as a violin player. He took lessons for a few years and would go into this trance when he played. It was beautiful to watch, and I took every occasion to ask him to play for guests.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t go to college or university, and he always felt lesser than his siblings and cousins who did. He didn\u2019t place enough value on the work he did; and he worked hard. He loved working as a mover for a moving company. His motto was to make every client feel special and he made a point to connect with all his clients in one way or another. He would work inhumane amounts of hours in sweltering heat and never complained. No one in our family could have worked as hard as him. His dream was to own a big truck and go on the road one day.<\/p>\n

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Adrian had a tattoo on his forearm that read 1 + 1 = 3, which reminded him to go above and beyond, to give more than 100%, and to never settle for less. He lived his life in that way. He was extremely proud of his French Canadian and Newfie heritage. He had a tattoo of the fleur de lys.<\/p>\n

Family was very important for him. He wanted to plan frequent family gatherings. He tried to come with me every time I went to visit family and when he did, he whistled to music the entire car ride. He loved his siblings, and all his family immensely. And he expressed it. When Adrian and Caleb were in high school and I would pop in for whatever reason (they had forgotten something, speak to a teacher, etc.), Adrian would run to me when he saw me and give me a huge hug. Caleb ran in the other direction. It was hilarious. Caleb had the typical teenage response; Adrian\u2019s heart superseded his teenage hang-ups. He didn\u2019t care that he showed his vulnerable side.<\/p>\n

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He was extremely humble. He wasn\u2019t afraid to say what he thought. He knew how to listen. He loved music. He gave the best hugs. His kind heart was infectious. He was sensitive because he loved so much. He had a divine intuition. He remembered every detail of every experience because he was present. You couldn\u2019t ask him to go find his socks, find my jeans that got lost in his whirlwind of clean piles of clothes in his room, or remember to do a task he was asked to do. He was too busy thinking of more important things \u2013 things that really mattered.<\/p>\n

The tragedy of his suicide happened on May 21, 2019. It was a shock. He hung himself during the night and his youngest brother found him in the basement. A pipe had burst as a result, and it woke Philippe up. I wish it hadn\u2019t happened that way\u2026I wish none of this had happened. I wish Philippe wasn\u2019t the one who found him.<\/p>\n

When we lowered his casket into the ground, a butterfly followed it in, and flew out as soon as the casket was laid down. It was evident to everyone who witnessed it; we were awed by what became the first of many Adrian signs. He lived life so big; it wasn\u2019t a stretch to believe he would live as big on the other side.<\/p>\n

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Adrian is not defined by the way he died. He is defined by how he lived his life. Education still needs to be done in order to drown out the idea that suicide is something to be ashamed of. The unique pain of this kind of loss is made worse by the silence and shame that doesn\u2019t need to accompany it. All the \u2018what if\u2019s\u2019 won\u2019t bring him back. I know because I have tried. I have played the tape over and over and over again, inserted all the \u2018what if\u2019s\u2019; and the movie always has the same ending.<\/p>\n

Although I didn\u2019t want to be defined by how he died either, I felt like I had a sign on my forehead for months that said, \u2018I lost my son to suicide.\u2019 It felt like it was stuck in my mouth, and it was just waiting to be screamed out. I felt the open wound with me everywhere. I couldn\u2019t go to sleep at night without having the images of him in the basement. The sound of the water clanging on the concrete floor, the sound of his body falling to the floor. The feeling of his hard and cold body. I couldn\u2019t imagine a day when these images, feelings, and sounds would ever go away. Today, I can recall them, but they don\u2019t hound me like they did back then. I have chosen to remember him full of life.<\/p>\n

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I learned I had to honestly express the pain, anger, and guilt I was feeling. I was angry for weeks. It was easier than letting myself feel the hopelessness and despair. I didn\u2019t know how to grieve. I listened to every podcast, every audio book I could find. I started to trust the process. I joined every Facebook group on grief and suicide I could find. I went to therapy. I went to church. These didn\u2019t work for me. Groups tended to be too morbid and discouraging. Therapy wanted me to relive my childhood and past. I found organized religion too restricting. I wanted to find joy, live in today, and move forward. I had done a lot of work on me in my sobriety journey, and I am a student of A Course in Miracles. Spiritual healing is what appealed to me, and it\u2019s where I heard the language I was seeking. Adrian\u2019s death was going to be a curse, or it was going to be an opportunity to search for blessings. I chose the blessing route.<\/p>\n

In my process of seeking, I experienced some profound truths that were life-changing. This is one of them. Adrian came to me in a dream a short while after he died. He said, \u2018Mom, stop looking for me. You won\u2019t find the \u2018me\u2019 that was. I am alive in everyone around you. I live in Caleb, in uncle Terry\u2026I am always with you.\u2019 That marked the beginning of my healing and growing process. Losing Adrian to suicide became the biggest assignment of my life. I had to continue the spiritual process I had undertaken when I had gotten sober 8 years before and make a commitment to growing exponentially.<\/p>\n

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Another huge blessing was in my search to know where he went. Again, I sought every little piece of afterlife information I could put my hands on. It had to feel right to me. What brought this answer to me was in Anita Moorjani\u2019s book Dying to be Me. I believe Adrian is all around us. He is in his purest and most perfect form. He is joyful, happy, forgiving, accepting, unconditionally loving \u2013 everything that can be described as utopic and euphoric. He is my higher power, he is the universe. He is nature. But he is Adrian. He is defined, but infinite.<\/p>\n

I believe relationships continue even after death. So, Adrian and I chat on a regular basis. I connect with him in my morning meditation\/contemplation\/journaling routine. Our relationship continues to grow and the amazing bond we had when he was in human form continues to grow. Exponential amounts of healing and bonding are possible, I believe, through growing my relationship with him. I love forward by deepening the bond and unconditional love I have for Caleb, Sydney, and Phillipe \u2013 his siblings. The feeling I get when I connect to the divine and pure love that Adrian dwells in now; I try to extrapolate to everyone around me.<\/p>\n

Caleb, Sydney, and Philippe grieve and miss him so much. I have a huge responsibility \u2013 show them healing is possible, and I am committed to helping and supporting them through it. I must lead by example. It doesn\u2019t mean I don\u2019t delve into that deep despair occasionally and feel the hopelessness all over again. I cry a LOT more than I ever did. I still have trouble watching videos of him and can\u2019t go to his grave \u2013 I must be honest, I just want to dig him out. I trust someday I will be able to do all these things. I know I am better able to dwell in the spiritual, and it works for me.<\/p>\n

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I hate it that he had to leave us. But who am I to argue with what is? More importantly, who am I to argue with his choice? He may have made a choice I will never fully comprehend or agree with, but I know he did not choose to hurt any of us. How bloody lucky was I to have been chosen to be his mother? He doesn\u2019t want me to bury myself in deep sorrow and to never recover from this. Instead, he has given me an even deeper wanting for being a better person for having known him. For having been loved by him. He is an inspiration.<\/p>\n

I know I can find it in me to be a better person by this tragic experience. After all, I carried him in my body, we carried one another for almost 24 years; I know he is going to carry me for the rest of my life on this earth. He has three siblings he wants me to be whole for, and he wants me to love them even more fiercely now. He wants me to take from this and help others who will experience similar. He wants me to judge less, love more. He wants me to be less distracted, more present and pay attention to every detail of someone\u2019s features, word, the way they breathe, how they feel, the sound of their voice, how they walk \u2013 PAY MORE ATTENTION.<\/p>\n

I want to heal, and in turn, to be of service. I am now a certified Master Grief Coach. I am writing a book about all of this \u2013 in his honor. I pray to him everyday to show me and to guide me. Whatever it takes to grow towards him. He has a big job as my CEO. He hasn\u2019t let me down yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

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